i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
She can’t even deny that she’d think the same about him – but instead of giving in she only snorts and waves him off. Had she had her eyes, a wink would’ve accompanied it, before her attention is fully onto Pittore. And she’s absolutely enamored with the little gremlin. She sits up, settling and figuring out how to place the gremlin into her lap, before she’s managed to do it.
She can feel him reach forward touching the work, the pressure on one side far more taught than the other, and she angles to show him better as he squeaks and she laughs softly. “Okay, okay.” She says, moving her hands like she had before, but slower, so he can gather the basics and watch. “I can add teaching to my resume now.” She teases Bastien lightly, head lifting slightly toward his location as he picks up the paintbrush and continues to paint.
Rexanna, however, continues to make the little patterns until she reaches a place where she thinks she can stop, reaching for Pittore’s own hands and placing them like hers. “Now you try.” She urges, unsure if it can even understand her own words, or only Bastien’s. From what she could recall, when she had Marembo it was only her that could speak to him. But that was a long time ago, long far past.
She can feel him reach forward touching the work, the pressure on one side far more taught than the other, and she angles to show him better as he squeaks and she laughs softly. “Okay, okay.” She says, moving her hands like she had before, but slower, so he can gather the basics and watch. “I can add teaching to my resume now.” She teases Bastien lightly, head lifting slightly toward his location as he picks up the paintbrush and continues to paint.
Rexanna, however, continues to make the little patterns until she reaches a place where she thinks she can stop, reaching for Pittore’s own hands and placing them like hers. “Now you try.” She urges, unsure if it can even understand her own words, or only Bastien’s. From what she could recall, when she had Marembo it was only her that could speak to him. But that was a long time ago, long far past.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
